The game is a lottery, possibly this honesty will save me, play beats pushing it louder til i escape- i create wings-, bird is on fire and im an addict, to the love- its the saddest thing i ever made a habit, im a drug- burning to arise from the ashes- blunts weed passes til the drumbeats mastered, in the front we aint asking we just laugh and then light some, talk behind our back cause were standing on your horizon,